Ms. Pan expressed herself clearly, the timing matched, and even the reasons were very compelling.
Chen Bing listened, his veins popping, the pain from his wounds turning his face green. He raised his head, biting so hard that his gums bled, and asked word by word, "Who is it? Who is that man—"
"The Pan Family's butler," Ms. Pan turned her head and said.
Eldest Pan was dumbfounded, the Pan Family's... butler? Yes, the butler was hired after the family became prosperous, but he was a servant, wasn't he? Was his sister crazy, bearing two children for a servant?
Not only him, but Chen He and Chen Qiu were also stunned. Although they weren't Chen Bing's sons, were they the sons of servants? Of lowly birth?
Chen He collapsed weakly to the ground, knowing only that he wasn't Chen Bing's son, but clueless about who his real father was. At this moment, it was like admitting and not admitting were both impossible, his heart as nauseous as if he'd swallowed a fly.
